MISTY

Misty | 22

Misty | 22

I got out the car, Enoch behind me. We had just got back from this fun ass party. I walked up the steps to my apartment then looked back at him, he had been quiet the whole way from the party.

"Why you so quiet?" I asked him, with a confused face, as I continued to walk.

"Don't say shit to me, bruh, for real." He said as he shook his head and I looked at him, taken back.

"What the fuck you mean?" I asked him and stopped walking.

"You heard what the fuck I said, you wasn't tryna fucking speak when you was akeke-ing and akaka-ing all in that nigga face at the party." He said and I furrowed my eyebrows in aggravation.

"It was just a joke, calm down, it's never that serious." I told him and I continued walking, reaching the top step, until I stopped by him gripping my arm.

"So it would've been a joke if I would've slapped the fuck outta yo ass in front of all them people? It wouldn't have been that serious, would it? Fuck outta hea." He said raising his voice, looking me in my face.

"No, but I'm just saying, your tripping over nothing." I told him and rolled my eyes.

"Nah, I'm tripping over the right fuckin' thing, then you sitting there, ignoring the fuck outta me for a clown ass nigga, what the fuck was that?" He yelled at me looking down at me then when I didn't answer he hit my arm, softly.

"Oh my god, really? Your tripping over nothing! Im saying, why you waiting til' now, when you could've been said some?" I asked him, moving my arms.

"What the fuck you mean? So you wanted me to slap the fuck out of you in front of all them damn people? That's what you saying, right?" He asked me, stepping back in front of me.

"Right, so you would've have hit me in front of all them people?" I asked raising my voice, getting bold.

He looked off to the side and chuckled, coldly, then turned back to me and gripped my neck, pushing me into the wall, "Bitch, I'll do what the fuck I wanna do, stop playing with me. Ion give a fuck about nunna dat."

I felt my eyes get glossed over before he let up off me, down the hallway.

"I'm saying doe-"

"Enoch, calm down!" I told him trying to calm him down, since he was now mad as hell.

"Nah, I'm saying doe, that's what you do all the time? Laugh in niggas face in front of yo own nigga? Entertain other niggas or some?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes.

"Is that how you look at me? As a hoe? It was a nigga I've never even seen before!" I yelled at him, trying to get my point across.

"So you laugh and entertain niggas? Huh?" He asked and grabbed me by my jacket, pushing me back into the wall.

"Huh?"

Both his hands went up to my neck and I felt myself start to cry.

"I don't even know him, bruh!" I coughed out to him as he choked me.

"Stop fucking playing with me! Yo ass not going nowhere nomo, you heard me? Do you fucking hear me, Misty?" He asked as he lifted me off the ground by my neck and I nodded my head as I cried.

"I hear you." I told him hitting his chest and he let me go, pushing me, hard, towards the door.

"Carry yo ass in the fucking house." He told me.

*

I stood over the stove as I cooked eggs, grits, bacon, and pancakes. Killa was finna be here with Lashea any minute and Enoch was still sleep. I heard three faint knocks at the door and I cut the stove on low then walked over to the door and opened it.

"Mommy!" LJ yelled as he ran to me and I put a smile on my face.

"I missed you!" He told me as he wrapped his arms around my neck, in a hug, it hurt a little bit, but I didn't care, I happy to see my baby.

"I missed you too!" I told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

I put him down and grabbed his bag from Killa, who was staring me down.

"Hey." I told him, licking my lips, he was looking fine, fresh cut and all.

"Who the fuck did that to yo neck?" He asked me, with a mad look on his face, and I bit my lip, looking away.

He left marks?

"It's nothing, um, Lashea come tell yo daddy bye!" I told him and rubbed my neck.

LJ ran from his room into his daddy arms.

"Bye, daddy!" He told Killa and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Aight, lil man, I love you." Killa told him and kissed LJ on the cheek.

He put LJ down then looked at me again, shaking his head, then walked off. I shut the door and locked it back then looked down at LJ.

"You hungry?" I asked him and he nodded his head.

"Okay, I'm finna fix yo' plate, you wanna watch Paw Patrol?" I asked and he nodded his head, jumpinf up and down.

He sat on the couch as I put Paw Patrol on. I took off his shoes and jacket then turned off the stove before putting his stuff up in his room. I walked into my room to see Enoch woke, on his phone. He locked eyes with me then I quickly looked away. I grabbed my phone, which was on the charger, then walked out.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate. I looked at the clock which read 7:21. That's Tisha's birthday, July 21st. I smiled a little then fixed LJ's plate. I walked over to the living room and sat it on the coffee table between the TV and couch.

"Please don't get nothing on the carpet, I'm only letting you sit in her because you watching TV, okay?" I told LJ and he nodded his head.

I smiled and sat his plate down then walked back to the kitchen and made him a glass of orange juice then gave him that. I walked back into my room and grabbed my stuff to take a shower. I set my shower between hot and warm then stepped in.

I don't think I wanna be Enoch anymore after last night. I mean, maybe he was just mad, but he still shouldn't have choked me like that.

But Killa slapped you, twice, and you ain't leave him.

I know, but it was different, plus I hit him first and I did abort his baby.

But niggas get mad, so what, I mean we be hitting them? Why it's wrong for them to hit us?

I don't know.